Fate?

There were some days when Hermione Granger thought that the universe had finally made a right choice when Harry had been Turned.

Some of her memories of Harry from school were of him brooding, deep in thought or worrying over yet another burden. A classic image of the vampire was a dark, brooding individual.

It made sense to her.

Ron was of a different opinion, but then again, Ron had stopped speaking to Harry when Ginny and Harry had broken up. Hermione still didn't understand why Ron had ruined such a good friendship, but she supposed that since Harry didn't seem to broken up over the loss, there was more to it than what she knew and saw. It didn't hurt that Ron didn't mind that Hermione was still friends with Harry and still visited her long time friend every week.

A drawn out sigh brought her thoughts back to the present. Harry. He was a unique vampire, not rare because he certainly wasn't the only one of his kind. There were humans who were Turned only to find that they were the same as before, the only difference being that they had supernatural strength, needed blood once a month and would live forever. They had shadows and reflections and could pass for a human being.

This was the reason why Hermione had visited with a specific reason. Being a unique kind of vampire, Harry suffered from human loneliness. However, being a vampire, he was shunned from society. He didn't want to join the vampire clans because it was clear, from his magical strength (which had increased exponentially since Voldemort's downfall), that he was still too human to mix in.

Hermione had bumped into someone from Hogwarts and before long, she had found herself a new friend. She had also found another unique vampire who also needed some "companionship". Not that she had too much hopes. Experience had taught her to not hope when she tried to meddle with Harry's life.

But she knew she had to try. She hated seeing Harry like this.

"I know you're doing it again," he said softly, but loud enough that she heard.

She smiled softly. "It's because I love you, Harry."

He turned and smiled at her, but it was sad. Yes, she had to at least try. She couldn't recall a memory when Harry had smiled because he was happy. "So, what is it this time? Some fool who believes that the Man Who Lived mystic will overcome his fear of vampires?"

She shook her head, laughing at the last idiot who had dared to try to get past the wards around Godric's Hollow. "No. You probably won't like this one, but..." She bit her lip, drawing up that Gryffindor courage she hardly ever believed she had. "It's worth a try. Yeah?"

He sighed again and stared out the window for a bit. Then he turned back and nodded. "Yeah. A try."

She sighed herself. She sometimes wondered if this was truly the right choice--Harry being a vampire, that is--or if it was just another cruel twist of fate.

She hoped that this man tonight would at least give Harry some vitality back, for a little bit at least.

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Vampires are creatures who prefer to be alone. However, there are a few who will find a "mate". This "mate" will be another vampire who was meant to be the soul mate before both vampires were turned. If they both become vampires and meet, they will know it the moment they smell the others blood.

Sadly, no one has ever recorded this event. It has never been witnessed, neither in memory or history. We only know of this event from brave souls who have dared to accumulate information on vampires.

The last "mated" vampires were at the close of the Renaissance. Some speculate that they were the last. Others speculate that this is not the truth since there is no proof of "soul mates" and that even if there were, vampires could not have a "mate" since they have no soul. Still others, however, believe that there is only one pair of mated vampires who choose to die and are then reborn to be turned again and mate again.

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The bar was not the sort normal wizards and witches went into and it made Harry uneasy. The bars he'd visited which had this same setting usually meant trouble. He cast an eye at Hermione's profile as they approached the door, but she didn't seem concerned. She looked resigned and just a little hopeful.

He hoped this one might be worth the night lost. There had been so many who had thought they could, at least, befriend him, but it had never lasted. He was a classic vampire, one who carried the air of mystery and terror of the unknown and not even star-chasers were immune to his aura.

He supposed the the air of his large magical ability scared them off, too, but it was easier for him to think about his vampirism rather than his title in the magical world.

Hermione turned just before they went into the bar and gave him a half-smile. He kept his groan inside. He knew it. This was not worth wasting the night. He could have set up a blood donor, to get him through the next month. Instead, he had trusted her.

He briefly considered how to convince her to stop meddling.

"I want you to go into this with an open mind, Harry," she said, not looking at him. "I'm sure you're going to freak, but just...play nice. Please?"

He raised his eyebrow. Play nice? Who was this person? "This is the last time. Okay?"

She looked like she wanted to protest, but decided against it. She just smiled and then opened the door.

That was when it hit him. A smell like he'd never smelled before. It was sweet and rich, but...there wasn't a hint of sourness...there was something else hidden in the scent...like a musk, but he couldn't place it. He had never smelled something like it before.

He blindly followed Hermione, still pondering over what exactly he was smelling. He figured it was a magical being because humans carried a particular smell and there was not even a hint of that smell in this one.

It was too late when he realized two very important things: one, Hermione had lead him rght to the source of the smell and two, that he was looking at two of his old school rivals.

Ah. That explained Hermione's warning. He smiled politely, but only to bide him time to find the source of the smell. He knew that it was coming from one of the two before them, but it was so overpowering here, closer to the source, that he was having trouble figuring it out.

Draco smiled weakly, but he was obviously not focusing on the present. Pansy rolled her eyes and smiled warmly. "Glad you both could make it."

Hermione nodded. "Me, too." She glanced between the two former rivals, obviously waiting for some kind of fight. She licked her lips and looked at Pansy again. "Sorry about being late, though. Had some trouble with the storm."

Pansy nodded. "It's all right. We're were out shopping here anyway so we just stayed here rather than go back."

Draco was staring at Harry. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't know how. "We would have been later than you if we had gone back. Last I knew, the Manor was buried beneath the snow all ready."

Harry smiled and nodded. "I'm sure that Godric's Hollow will be, too. When we get there."

"Good thing that we decided on an inn, then," Pansy said.

Conversation trailed off and Harry could very nearly taste the anxiety in the air. He glanced between the two women, seeing them share terrified looks. His mind--which despite being preternatural was still slow on the uptake--was putting two and two together. He looked at Draco who seemed to have already caught onto whatever was going on.

It was Draco who broke the silence, obviously fed up with waiting for Harry to get the right answer. "So you're a vampire, too?"

Harry blinked, caught off guard. He had just figured that Hermione and Pansy were setting him up with Draco Malfoy, mortal wizard. Instead, he was being set up with another vampire. A vampire.

He slowly nodded, his mind making just a few more math equations make sense.

Hermione and Pansy seemed to be holding their breath, as if waiting for some kind of explosion.

Draco licked his lips. "We need to talk, Potter." He quickly scanned the room and then nodded his head toward an empty table in the back which was bathed in darkness. "Over there." He looked sharply at Pansy. "Alone."

The girls looked resigned and only nodded in agreement. Harry willingly followed, knowing now that the smell was coming from Draco. Some part of his mind was rebelling against that thought because Draco was a former rival, an unknown vampire. However, he knew that there was something about the smell, the smell of Draco's blood, that was drawing him on.

He wanted that blood.

They sat and stared, the other unwilling to break their battle of wills because they both were too stubborn to admit that they each had what the other wanted.

Draco was the first to speak, but not the first to end the battle of wills. He sighed. "I take it that my blood smells as good to you as mine does to you?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

Draco closed his eyes, thinking from the facial expression. "And what do you know about mates? For vampires, of course."

Harry shook his head. "Not much. I wasn't in the clans long and I didn't care to read any thing more about myself than I had to know for my survival."

"And everyone thinks you'd have made a great Auror," Draco mumbled, but it was clear that he didn't care if Harry had heard. Either way, he sighed. "All right. Vampires don't have mates. We're loners. If we do need companionship, we seek out our own kind or, in the case of Sanguini, the stupid humans who wish to know about us.

"However, there is a rumor in the clans that if a vampire had met--even glanced at--their soul mate while still human, the two will eventually mate. How, or even why this happens, no one since the records have been lost to time."

"What does this have to do with the smell?" Harry asked, getting antsy. His nature was calling for him to take Draco's blood and it was starting to overpower his senses.

Draco smiled softly. "Has anyone ever smelled like this to you? Even a unicorn?"

Harry shook his head. No, this was something that only one person or thing could have. It was too perfect for anything else.

"It's the one record we do have, Potter," Draco said. "All the vampires who have 'mated', they knew because their mate had a smell so sweet and distinctive, like ours."

Harry blinked. "Mates?"

Draco smirked. "Yes. And not as in 'friend', the way Weasley uses the term."

Harry sat back as his mind tried to process all that. Draco, meanwhile, had called over a waitress and requested a room. Harry, in a daze, realized that the smell was moving and blindly followed it. Neither of them noticed the two sets of eyes watching them.

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Pansy raised her eyebrows. "What do you think happened?"

Hermione had a peculiar look on her face, one that said, I need a library and now. "I don't know. Harry has never reacted like that with anyone and I've never seen him and Draco talk civilly."

Pansy bit her lip. "I know. It's odd. And I noticed something else--when you walked in the door, Draco's eyes started turning. Like he had suddenly realized he was starving."

Hermione blinked, very confused now.

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Draco smirked at Harry who was still trying to put things together in his head. Draco didn't have to. He'd been turned long before Harry and had more time to train his instincts to not overpower his mind.

So, he sat on the bed and waited for Harry. He knew that it was difficult; Harry obviously was being conflicted since his instincts were at war with his mind. It was difficult, but, for Draco, it meant no more lonely nights and someone who understood what it meant to be cast out from everything.

Harry's face finally cleared and he was looking at Draco as if the blond vampire was the finest meal. Draco smirked and leaned back on the bed, on his hands. He exposed his neck that way and everything else--because that smell was an aphrodisiac like nothing ever before.

Harry licked his lips. "So no one knows how we go about this?"

Draco shook his head. "No. I have a hunch, however, that our instincts will tell us what to do."

Harry nodded absently and in the blink of an eye, he was straddling Draco's hips and pushing the other vampire back. Draco wanted to rebel, but that would be consider a challenge for the dominant position and he much preferred the bottom, thank you very much.

Harry kissed and sucked lightly with his lips on Draco's pulse point. He was brought back to when he was turned--the feeling of helplessness against something stronger and the sheer pleasure of the Vampire's Bite. He knew that when Harry bit him, he was going to come. He was too turned on to hold back.

Harry suddenly pulled back and stared at Draco. Draco, confused, raised an eyebrow and shifted his hips to remind Harry of what they had started. After all, Harry should have realized every little undercurrent to...whatever this was. Harry smirked and shook his head.

He waved his hand and they were suddenly both starkers. Draco could have sworn he couldn't have gotten any harder, but as Harry's magic washed over him, he had. Good Merlin, if this was all foreplay, what would sex between them be like?

Harry then shifted them both so Draco was flat on his back and Harry had settled between the vee Draco's spread legs created.

"I've never really liked being in control, you know," Harry whispered and then bent to talk right into Draco's ear. "But with you, I just want to tie you up and make you mine."

Draco groaned, at both the sensation of his ear being stimulated and the images Harry was creating. However, he knew that in the morning, when they both recovered, that he was going to have to clear things up. After all, just because he liked being dominated in the bedroom didn't mean that he wanted to be bossed around elsewhere.

Harry shifted until his mouth was back on Draco's neck and Draco forgot everything. Harry licked the pulse point a few times and then bit, lightly, but enough. Draco moaned and did come at that exact moment.

It could have been a minute or several hours later when Harry pulled away, but when he did, Draco blindly reached for Harry, for more. He'd come twice and was still hard and aching and he wanted more.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. He pulled Draco's head up, to his own artery, and Draco knew he had to drink, to keep up his strength. He opened the skin and drank, but only what he had to. Harry was going to be the one who needed more strength and Draco did not fancy getting a half-arsed job just because he had taken too much blood.

He lay back when he was done, feeling like he was floating somewhere in a haze of pleasure. Licking his lips, he looked at Harry, putting all his best charms to use. He was still hard and it hurt. He wanted to be fucked and now!

Harry smirked and leaned down to share a kiss. It was more intense than anything Draco had ever felt. It reached past his mouth to his head and then down, through all the nerves in his undead body. He never thought he'd feel so much and so intensely again.

He felt Harry push a finger inside him and he lifted his hips to help out. Harry laughed a little into their kiss and instead of letting him get used to the one finger, he was suddenly filled with two. He winced and Harry pulled back, looking for signs of pain, but it didn't stop him from stretching Draco's arse with the two fingers.

He breathed slowly as his muscles relaxed to get used to those two fingers. It happened and then there was a third and he was beginning to wonder why Harry was taking so long. When he raised an eyebrow at his partner, Harry looked surprised and then looked down, obviously to drag Draco's eyes there.

Oh, Merlin. All of Draco's blood currently not in his cock was very, very quickly moved. Harry wasn't spectacular, but more than average. Seven-and-a-half inches long and at least five inches in thickness. Draco gulped and all his composure went out the window.

He leapt up, reversed their positions, and quickly found Harry's cock with his hand. Harry tried to reverse the switch, but Draco shook his head and used one hand to keep Harry back. He lifted his hips and settled onto that delicious cock.

"Yes," he hissed, throwing his head back.

Harry chuckled below him and, lifting his hips, started an easy rhythm. Draco shook his head and began to set a faster pace. Harry began to look frantic when it seemed that Draco was loosing control of the pace and, when Draco did close his eyes, flipped them again.

Draco moaned at the loss, but soon screamed in pleasure when Harry set a faster but safer pace for them. He also managed to find the right angle to hit Draco's prostate.

Draco, lost to the sensations overwhelming him, came and was still hard. Harry flipped him, so he was on his hands and knees and kept going. Again, he found Draco's prostate and Draco knew that he was going to die at the hands of his former rival and he was going to be happy.

Harry finally stiffened and came, his come hitting Draco's prostate one more time and Draco came with him.

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Draco blinked as his mind realized that there was something intruding into the safety and comfort of darkness. He looked up and saw that they had left the curtains open the night before. He groaned and debated getting up. Harry shifted behind him and lifted his head as well.

Well, if they were both up...

"I need to get going," Harry mumbled, shifting to get out of bed.

...or not.

Draco sat up, uncaring of how far the sheet fell, and debated how best to start a conversation that was long overdue. He cleared his throat, to get Harry's attention. "We need to talk."

Harry pulled on his pants and turned. "About what?" He seemed genuinely confused.

Draco smiled and moved to invite Harry to sit with him. It was taken and he purred quietly. "About us." He sighed. "We...I know we hated each other, but...we can't walk away from this."

Harry rolled his eyes. He put a hand on either side of Draco's face and smirked. "I very much plan on us leaving here to catch up with the two who set this up and then getting back together by dark to figure this out."

Draco smiled, feeling relieved by that. "So, dark?'

Harry shrugged. "Or whenever the girls let us go."

They chuckled, each knowing that could take awhile. Harry kissed him again and there was that smell again and...

Maybe being a vampire wasn't so bad.

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